Is itching to know where I
and soon I'm stepping on it
or the act of a serious clown
I load that back in her head,
the skull shape mirrors my dread
I load that breath on my neck,
I'm stagnant humanoid memory
Hey evolution, you're not the solution
to climb on the short path
When the leader of our line
An d sniffing his fingers
without the slightest reaction at all
A long line from nowhere,
is creeping along to nowhere
The landscape doesn't reflect
the hardship borne on this track
My toe nails jagged and chipped
Of the mirror of our mind
To fall off the edge of the earth
It's gonna be crazy to see
Hear the cry of unfamiliar pain
Taken in a small circle of this place
to hang up some new vines
the fal lout of our dream
To sort of recreate the original state
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